Davon's Salvation Epilogue
Davon
My bond with Calia shimmered and pulsed, bursting with immense joy. I wasn’t sure what my mate was up to, but she was clearly happy. It made it very hard to concentrate. All I could think about was her bright smile and pretty eyes.
“They’re getting better.” Kade scanned the new recruits, focusing on two young shifters. They clawed and snapped and snarled, brawling in the dirt with clumsy movements. They weren’t getting better. Not yet anyway.
“I’d like to see them ready to spar by the end of the week.” I fought the urge to smile as something sweet and flirty drifted through my bond. Calia had a few meetings with the staff, as well as her monthly self-defense class, but nothing that would explain the vibrant energy dancing through my mind.
“Run it off!” Staz roared at the recruits. He shoved the passing young alphas into the trees and toward the border wall. “Three laps around the village! Hug that wall!” The recruits fell in line behind the experienced members of the guard, disappearing quickly into the trees.
“Should we take a lap?” Kade glanced up at the sun. It sat just at the tip of the mountains. Almost dinner time.
“I’m heading home,” I said, eager to see what was making Calia so happy. Kade said something behind me, but I ignored him, picking up my pace.
The packhouse was quiet. The evening sun poured in through the large windows, bathing the entryway in golden streaks of light. Fall was quickly approaching and the days were growing cooler. Soon the house would be chilly. My favorite time of year.
“You’re home.” Calia smiled wide as I stepped into our bedroom. Her maiden Demi was draped across my favorite chair, fanning herself with a spare bit of parchment. “How was your day?” Calia asked. She leaned over the bed, placing her favorite throwing knives into their leather case.
“How was self-defense?” I stood at her shoulder, wishing like hell Demi would leave. The blonde beta seemed to follow my mate lately. The bedroom, the bath, the garden. I couldn’t seem to get my omega alone for two minutes to save my life.
“The class was amazing,” Calia beamed, our bond thrumming once again with her warm excitement. She smelled so good. Clean and sweet. “Someone new joined the class.” My omega’s dark eyes sparkled.
“You got a new recruit?” I asked, impressed. It had been three months and Calia had been working with the same two betas. It didn’t surprise me, given my pack’s views on omegas - and even betas - usefulness on the battlefield. But it was exciting that Calia was making a little headway.
“Yes. We now have two betas, and,” Calia paused for dramatic effect, “an omega.”
My mouth fell open, unable to hide my shock. “That’s unbelievable,” I said as Calia squealed with joy.
“It really is!” she laughed, the sound so bubbly and free.
My hands moved to wrap around her trim waist but I caught myself, and my eyes pulled to Demi. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I asked the beta.
The blonde maiden shrugged, giving me a flirty smile. She had been a companion to the Pack Alpha in her old village, and it was clear she had no idea how to act like a proper servant. “I was just telling the Luna that it’s almost apple-picking season. Do you have apple trees here?” Demi leaned forward as if trying to see out the balcony doors.
“We do. You should go down to the garden and look for them,” I said a little too forcefully.
“I love apple tart,” Calia smiled up at me. “Let’s go and see…”
I pushed my growing frustration and lust through our bond, cutting her words off. Then I gripped her hips and pulled her back flush with my chest. My straining cock nestled snugly against the seam of her ass, making my intentions to my mate clear. A deep blush warmed Calia’s face and her gaze dropped to the floor. I loved how submissive she was for me.
“I need a word with the Pack Alpha,” Calia said softly. “You may go Demi.”
The beta narrowed her gray eyes at my mate. For a moment, I thought she might be worried about Calia’s sudden shift in demeanor. But then her pale gray eyes slid to me, and a wicked smirk took hold. “I’ll let you two have a...” Demi chuckled as she stood, “...word.”
“Thank you, Demi,” Calia whispered, her scent growing thicker and sweeter by the second.
I waited, watching the maiden stroll toward the bedroom door. She took her fucking time, shutting the damn thing very slowly behind her.
“Omega,” I growled deep in my chest as I spun Calia to face me. She gasped, flinging her small hands to my chest. She pushed slightly, but I was too fucking hard for her. I needed to be inside her now. “Lay back,” I ordered, forcing the back of her legs to bump against the bed frame.
“Davon,” Calia whispered, cutting a worried look at the bedroom door. “Max is bringing me a cup of tea.”
“Lay down!” I commanded in a loud booming voice.
Calia shivered from the force of my alpha tones before she finally obeyed. She slowly sat, then scooted back. Her trousers had dirt on the knees and her cotton blouse was covered in loose bits of hay.
“You’re filthy.” I grabbed her wrist, eyeing her dirty palms. My little omega loved getting dirty when she sparred, and I loved getting her all clean afterwards. And judging by the way her eyes dilated and her breath hitched, she loved it too.
“You can’t fight without getting a little dirty.” Calia ducked her head, acting shy despite the challenge in her words.
“Washroom.” I stepped to one side, pointing to the door on the other side of the room.
Calia’s eyes fluttered and she sucked in a deep breath before walking. Her lush ass was hugged tight in her slacks. I popped it hard, then squeezed one cheek hard.
“Alpha!” Calia squealed, covering her bottom with her hands.
“Strip,” I said as I pushed open the washroom door. I wanted to sound hard and commanding, but I was too excited. It’s been a long day and I needed my mate’s warm heat wrapped around my cock.
“Yasi was able to actually hit the target today,” Calia said, untucking her blouse.
“Yasi?” The name wasn't familiar.
“She’s the beta with red hair.” Calia tugged her shirt over her head, exposing her pretty tits. I stared at them, wondering if they were any bigger. It wasn’t likely she was with child, but an alpha can hope. “Yasi came to my first class. Remember?”
I didn’t remember, but I still nodded. Calia continued to talk about the beta’s progress as I undid her belt and pulled her pants down her toned legs. A deep bruise on her hip caught my eye. “What’s this from?” My wolf snarled, trying to figure out who the hell hurt my mate.
“Oh.” Calia let out a breathy laugh. “I got a little excited showing how to wield a bō staff. Smacked myself good.” She caressed the black and blue spot.
“Omega,” I slowly stood, trying to keep my anger in check.
“Please, don’t say anything else,” Calia’s big dark eyes go wide with fear. She’s scared I’m going to forbid her little class, and honestly, I’m considering it. “Just draw me a bath and fuck me like the animal you are.” She pressed her slight body to mine, pushing her perky tits against my chest. She was so warm and soft.
My cock was so fucking hard for her it was edging on painful. And while we’d have to discuss her little hobby later, it could wait for now.
“Kiss me, Davon,” Calia whispered, pushing up onto her tiptoes.
This witch was good. Too good.
Pinching her chin with my thumb and forefinger, I leaned down, slanting my mouth over hers. Calia’s sweet scent washed over me, making the base of my dick beat hard in time with my heart.
Wicked woman.
Calia
I didn’t dare let out a breath of relief when Davon didn’t press the issue of my self-defense classes. He would bring it up again. I knew he would.
But instead of dredging it, I leaned back in the tub, resting against my alpha’s chest. Davon washed both of us, skimming his wet hands over my far too-sensitive skin. He cleaned my arms and legs. My stomach and back. Then he spent a solid twenty minutes on my breasts and pussy.
But he didn’t push me far enough to let me come. Instead, the jerk just teased me, dipping his long fingers into my sex, and circling my clit.
I’m an absolute mess by the time he lifted me from the tub.
“You need to eat,” Davon said, carrying me to the bed. The large towel wrapped around me smells of him—like smoked honey and warm mahogany.
“Lay with me first.” I slipped my hand around his neck, knowing it wouldn’t take much to tempt him to stay. “Feed me after.”
“After what?” Davon cocked a dark eyebrow, giving me a cocky smirk.
“You know what.” I clung to his shoulders as he laid me on the bed. “Give me what I want, alpha,” I purred, then shimmied, letting the towel fall away.
Davon stood to full height, assessing every inch of me. Then in one swift movement, Davon was between my legs, forcing my knees up and out. A deep hum pushed from his chest as his mouth connected with my pussy. His tongue lashed against my sensitive flesh, flicking and lapping.
Deep pleasure coiled tight in my belly and my back arched.
“Ah-alpha!” I panted, rolling my hips against his face. The scruff along his jaw scratched at my inner thighs just as he sucked especially hard at my clit. My orgasm ripped through me, But Daon didn't stop. He kept eating me out, pushing his tongue deep into my pussy and forcing me to feel more and more and more.
It’s too much.
Desperate, I channeled my fingers through his dark hair, then jerked hard, trying to give my swollen clit a break. Davon pinned my hands to my stomach, forcing another painful climax from my already spent body.
“Gah!” I jerked and twitched, squeezing his face hard with my thighs.
Davon lifted his head, forcing my legs away. His handsome face was covered in my slick. “Give me that pussy,” he snarled, crawling up my body.
I tried to spread my legs for him, but I was still floating.
My fierce alpha planted his fist just next to my face. His lips were swollen and pink from eating me out. “Are you ready, sweet girl?” He rolled his hips forward, poking me with the crown of his bulbous cock.
“Please.” I arched my back, ready.
Then he sunk into me. It was a slow, deep stretch that made my toes curl and my breath hitch.
“I can feel those soft inner walls quiver,” Davon growled above me. “Is your pussy struggling to take me?”
“I…nngh!” I grunted hard as his hips fell flush with mine.
“Such a good girl,” Davon purred in my ear, sucking hard at my mating bite. “You take your alpha’s cock so well.”
I sucked in a pained breath, feeling amped and far too warm.
“You’re always so tense after your class,” he chuckled, the vibrations from his chest pushing into mine.
I wanted to argue that I’m not, but I always struggled to take his fat cock after a good workout. It was almost impossible to relax after flinging a dagger for a few hours.
“Relax those hips,” Davon whispered in my ear, rolling his hips far too slowly.
“Alpha?” I tried to move with him, but his big body kept me pinned in place.
“Yes, sweet girl?”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
A deep rumble of a laugh pushed from Davon’s throat. “You want me to fuck you, pretty omega?” He lifted up, placing a few quick kisses on my lips.
“Yes,” I whined, hating how little control I had.
A slow-spreading smile lifted his features and his dark eyes narrowed. “As you wish.” In one fierce movement, Davon pulled my arms off his neck and pinned them over my head. “I’ve been waiting to do this all fucking day.”
Then in one hard thrust, his full length was stuffed deep inside me.
And it was exactly what I needed.
“Fuck!” I gasped, then keened as pleasure began to bloom deep in my belly.
“You like that?” Davon pumped his cock in and out of me.
“Don’t stop!” I begged, locking my legs around Davon’s ass. “Make me come. Please, make me come!”
Davon’s expression went dark as his intensity doubled. Then tripled. The base of his cock started to swell, lodging tight in my pussy.
Every nerve in my body pulled tight and my head lifted off the bed as pleasure exploded inside me. I moaned and babbled incoherent words, vaguely aware of Davon’s cock twitching and pulsing. Hot fluid gushed around his thick knot, coating my ass and the bed.
“Fuck,” he whispered, slowly lowering his big body on top of mine. “Fuck, I missed you today.” His breath was warm against my skin.
“Please, don’t take the self-defense class from me.” I hated that I was starting to tear up, but I felt too much right now. Too good. Too sleepy. Too overwhelmed.
“What?” Davon lifted his head, cupping my cheek with one big hand.
“I know I got a bruise,” I swallowed hard, struggling to look my alpha in the eye. “But it’s not dangerous. And if you forbid—”
“Calia,” Davon said my name ever so softly. “I’m not taking it away from you, my sweet girl.”
I held my breath, waiting for him to add a dreaded “but”.
“But.” He gave me a pointed look. “I will insist on helping you practice to keep from smacking yourself with a fucking bo staff again. Seriously? How the hell do you even manage that?”
I let out a loud laugh, then immediately grimaced. Davon’s cock is too thick and tight inside me, making me very sore.
“Don’t worry, my mate,” Davon’s chest rattled with a lovely purr. “We can practice tomorrow. And then we can get you clean afterward.”
I wrapped my arms around my alpha’s neck, snuggling him close. “Yes, sir.”
